today i was driving with my mom and i told her how i was jealous of you because you guys don’t use cars very often over there, usually trains and buses so you won’t HAVE to learn how to drive anytime soon. she smiled at me and said, “why not go live with him then?” if only she knew all our plans, id give anything to go back and listen to you talk about that big house by the beach with the dogs and that calm room you wanted for when my anxiety was so bad i couldn’t breathe. you really always thought about me first. but anyways, i just wish i could tell you that without it being awkward. my grandmother knew it far before us. also you never told me your favorite color but when i asked if it was dark blue, you always said it was dark blue after that so, i’ll make it the color of this and hope you don’t find it until life is easier between us.